Girl #1: It’s kinda fun living in Hill as a sophomore.
Girl #2: Excuse me?
Girl in Houston salad line: Hi!
Salad maker: I wish I was.
Drunk guy: Sometimes I like to go to Copa on nights other than Wednesdays for the cultural experience.
Friend: Just be careful.
Joke Issue:
Thoughts by Cholly Knickerbocker
Yesterday evening, in what can only be proclaimed as an offense against my rather placid senses, a certain co–resident of mine — a man who we in the Quadrangle are ashamed to call one of our own, although he shall remain unnamed — disdained me for foregoing the traditional shirt and cummerbund combination in favor of the slightly marvelous backless waistcoats, seen on Savile Row this past year.
Joke Issue:
Young Lady On Locust: Who’s General Franco?
Other Young Lady On Locust: He’s trying to free the Mexicans, of course!
Dashing Young Dandy: I mockingly asked her to, you know, be my Mata Hari, and she blushed and asked me to leave … When did women get so puritannical?
Less Dashing Dandy: When they stopped wearing corsets.
Fraternity Brother: Syphilis doesn't exist.
Slightly tipsy Street Editor: Wow. The moon is moving really fast tonight.
Bro at City Tap House: Are we trying to get drunk and pantsless tonight, or what?
History TA: Questions?
Fling is intense. Highbrow commends any pre or post Fling drinking, because damn, that’s baller.
The Tuesday after Fling, Friars drank and chalked. Props for drinking a mere two days after Fling.
In line at ABP:
Bronzed Whartonite: I was so lazy... all I did was have sex with her all the time.
At Sammy, upon noticing a kid passed out on the floor:
The OFSA ‘Fire Watch’ Guard: Make sure he drinks water.
I want to leave my mark on the world. And frequently I do, with a chisel tip paint pen. There’s no bigger rush than scrawling my tag on a clean-painted surface, staking my claim on mailboxes and traffic signs right under the noses of oblivious passers-by.
Last week, I took part in the massive disappointment known as Restaurant Week. Tempted by tapas at an affordable price, I seized the opportunity to dine at a restaurant where my student-sized wallet might not usually be so welcome.
Although we at Street tend to be know-it-alls about everything cool, sometimes we just have to say, “WTF, mate?” Maybe you’ve gotten a Facebook invite to one of their downtown parties; maybe the suave Italian boy in designer jeans has dropped the name during your history class.